A little while back, we had dinner with the talented, gracious and beautiful Bananas on the deck overlooking their back yard. They not only prepared a delicious meal, they allowed our two boys to rampage through their house and yard. Most of the meal was spent with 3B shaking the bars of the railing and chanting “Do you want to go down there? Do you want to go to the yard?” Have I mentioned that he gets his manners from me?
We were able to corral him at the table for short periods to eat, and slightly longer periods to eat and listen to the fiddlers, which might qualify us as asshole parents by MetroDad’s criteria, but for the record, MD’s an asshole for being consistently funnier than any other blogger, making the rest of us look bad. That’s right–it’s his fault that I don’t seem funnier.
Mama and I forgot the camera, lost our minds, brought a toddler and a hyperventilating hound, got lost in the good food–it wasn’t my fault, I swear!–but fortunately, Liberal Banana captured a moment from the evening, and so here we are with DJ 3B, who apparently also ordered bottle service: